Pebbles
A pebble thrown into a lake 
Will wash itself of sand 
So ripples that become its wake
Can make its way to land 
And ones that never make to shore
Will find it's way to sea
In streams that birth a river for 
The oceans it will free 
To gather every drop of rain 
Thats falling from the sky 
While pieces of it still remain 
In tears that leave your eye
Which rise again to cycle 
Like the truth that cannot lie
As an Angel they call Micheal 
Spreads his wings for you and I
To hide within a rainstorm 
That is meant to cleanse our soul 
So we can all be reborn 
As a pebble toss foretold